When years seem like days to me. No time on my hands. I run away to a place in me. To a faraway land. . When home seems so far from me. Heaven's lights look dim.
He's been working all week he's got mental fatigue and that old couch sure looks fine. All week he's been gone she's been sitting alone slowly going out of her mind.
As I look at the letters. That you wrote to me,. It's you that I'm thinking of,. As I read the lines. That to me were so sweet,. I remember our faded love..
Forget about it. I'm admittin' I was wrong. And I'll just take what's mine. And walk right out the door. . Forget about it. I'll split and I'll be gone.
It's not my style to dance away the night. Or go for a walk beneath the full moonlight. And I don't wish on falling stars. Or easily give away my heart.
I've worn down these wheels so much that they don't even spin. And I've picked the lock to your heart as if I were trying to break in. You poor little thing, that ball and that chain must be ten thousand pounds.
The reason's it won't work are more than I can count. A love that's doomed right from the start. This modern world just fills your head with fears and doubts.
Well last night me and darlin', we went explorin'. Pulled off the road to a place we'd never been. I had to stop the truck because it was gettin' muddy.
Pick you up on Friday about half past 8. Just time for a movie, you can't stay out late. Take you home, a little kiss at the door. But lately I'm thinkin' I want a little more.
Fuck the Shit.. Fuck the fucken shitballs.. Shit the Fuck. Shit where it fuck shit.. The Shit Fuck.. . Fuck Shit. The Shitfuck.. I'm fuck shit. Fuck the Shit..
Don't look so sad I know it's over. But life goes on and this old world keeps turning. Just be glad we had some time to spend together. There's no need to watch the bridges that were burning.
FALLING FOR YOU. Writer Ralph Mooney. Copyright 1964. . You bring me happiness and leave me loneliness. My world is in distress cause I'm falling for you.
Angels are messengers from God. Please send one down to me. Angels are messengers from God. Wrote a letter He should read. . Been living on faithless street all by myself.
So, the factory girl she listens. For the sound of her daddy's engine. 'Til the work bell sounds and she leaves town. . Oh, the summer's here are hot.
Beer makes you weary. But you need something to get along. You stare at the flatness. Beside the dark home. They'll not hear you whisper. This isn't where it ends.
Watch it separate in two. Whatever the day wants it to. Findin' out that the worst is true. Findin' out that it can escape you. . Slings and arrows completes the score.
Don't the lights look empty. When the streets are bare. Almost as empty. As the look you give me. When I'm the only one. . And it's a long one. So it brings you down.
Disengaged, we're forsaken now communication does suffer. The moral stare of big brother not a chance, no compromise. Battling the barrier of belief not to try anymore.
What's funny how it all works out. Mad men in suits walkin' about. Like to change your point of view, someday. But I feel my patience slippin' away. .